The space collapses, and a sharp one-two is already on its way.
Dug. Dug.
Aramaki blocks it clean.
He sees the opening to fight back, but his hands lag half a beat behind the thought, and Hanazawa's lead hook crashes into his right side instead.
Thud!
And swiftly, the same hand snakes up, gripping the back of Aramaki's neck.
"What?" a commentator frowns. "Clinch already? This is too early!"
But Hanazawa only holds Aramaki just long enough to drive a compact shot into the guts…
Thud!
…then slightly shoves Aramaki back. He sends a cross, and Aramaki raises both guards.
Bug!
It's blocked clean, but Hanazawa steps in and lays his forearms into the guard, giving a sharp borderline shove, just enough to knock Aramaki fully into the corner without drawing a warning.
"Ah… no! Aramaki's trapped already!"
"Not even ten seconds into the first round!"
Hanazawa strolls after him, unhurried. He stops a few steps short, just out of reach, both gloves hanging low at his sides.
